Photo by Scott Irvine

What year did the band form?
Josh Strawn: We were founded in the year of the Indian Ocean earthquake, the assassination of Theo Van Gogh, the burglary of The Scream, the Abu Ghraib incident, the Madrid train bombings, and the re-election of a certain former governor of Texas.

How did all the band members meet?
If you’ve ever seen the blue cinema classic ‘Pretty Peaches,’ starring Desiree Cousteau, and if you recall the oily sea of bodies swingers’ orgy at the end where Peaches reunites with her parents, you have an idea of roughly the scene.

What is the band’s favorite venue/city to play?
Seeing as how one of the best crowds is the one that you know hasn’t heard your music before but gets enthusiastic and screams for more, the venues and cities where that happens are my favorite. One of our earliest shows–before many people knew us–was practically an afterparty for these roller derby girls at a club called Rothko in New York. Only a handful of these lovely ladies could possibly have known who we were, but it turned into a total rock show full of strange screaming tough girls. I don’t care whether that happens in the Lower East Side or in Wichita, that’s hard to beat.

What’s your funniest audition story?

We recruit more so than we audition. One time a long while ago while we were courting James, we had one guy come in to play guitar who looked like he’d read the NYC art rock underground playbook and bought the uniform plus a couple of Jesus & Mary Chain records. Somehow it came up in conversation that Ryan and Glenn don’t care much for The Velvet Underground and I think it was a shock to his system. We never heard from him again after that.

What was the strangest/most interesting thing to happen to the band?
One time Ryan grew an entire Sierra Redwood tree out of his left nostril in just under 35 seconds. It disappeared shortly thereafter. We were all like ‘WTF, dude!!!,’ and Ryan was all like “I know, man totes WTF!!”

If you could meet any musical hero living or dead, who would it be and what would you say to this person?
Most musical heroes aren’t worth meeting. Either they’re assholes or meeting them would ruin the mystery. I enjoyed shaking Arthur Lee’s hand. I enjoyed nodding a brief and friendly ‘Hello’ to Roger Waters once–that’s as far as I’d want it to go with people like that. For me, Scott Walker would be the ultimate, but I’d be too selfish to give up the mystique that surrounds him. Of those that I’d take an opportunity to meet, I guess I’d have to say Ozzy Osbourne. I talked once with Genesis P. Orridge about The Osbournes TV show. I’d like to ask Ozzy what he thinks of Genesis. For symmetry and comparison. And because I love Ozzy.

What do you simply hate about being in a band. You know, like the sound man showing up two hours late for a gig, buying guitar strings from “that guy” at the music store who is more interested in his Chinese food than ringing you up, or trying to find your drummer, (sorry drummers), or insert your band mate who always goes missing, two minutes before your set time.
Lately? Venues that don’t permit smoke machines.

What is the band currently working on?
Information medias are rendering the body secondary while political consciousness and creative endeavors have been replaced by the traffic of signifiers and determined by the machine that can milk profit out of those signifiers. We’re working on getting back to the visceral body, to the idea itself, to the human, to loud noises, leather and pleasure–to the shit that makes it all worth anything. (translation = EP ‘Solidaire‘ out in a couple weeks. Full Length almost complete and out in Fall ’07!